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Saw Fatboy at the Gas Tower in '22, which was somehow the first time I ever saw him live. I got a spot right at the front, from where I could annoy him by shouting things I drunkenly thought would encourage him. Why I thought this would in any way help is beyond my sober self. Anyway, about twenty minutes in it became apparent that a tsunami of piss was steadily building and wouldn't wait until the set was over. I'm always prepared for such moments on the farm, carrying at least one Travel John with me for when there's no other option. The difficulty was that owing to my position in the crowd, I would be on, shall we say, 'full display' if Mr Slim was to glance downward. Also, I'd made a dancing friend at the front and was enjoying their company but didn't feel like I knew them well enough to tell them I had to go to the toilet and then do it right in front of them. So some secrecy and discretion was required, and I ended up contorting myself into the most absurd position that somehow managed to protect my dignity from both the DJ and the crowd. I remember bouncing in rhythm to the music for a few seconds to create the illusion that this was a legitimate dance move, and then stop so I could pee, and swayed instead which I was able to do without spilling anything. Finally, I was able to switch back to a normal, upright position and pop the bag back in my bag to chuck it in a bin later (I mention that only because I know some people get a bit funny about that part of using these things).

Reading a few of the replies to Emily’s post, it’s a bit sad to see some folk would rather cast doubt on the actual organiser of the festival telling the truth, than feel that their perception of the line up announcement is being challenged.

I’d imagine so. I’d be surprised if the SE Corner doesn’t have a significant refresh this year, especially after all the ‘everything must go’ stuff last year.

Well, have you? See you on the farm!!

Finally catching up with the second season of Time, with Jodie Whittaker. Another outstanding, bleak set of episodes.

It’s high time for ‘Pimms in the Pit’. Charge for a pre-laid blanket, a glass of bubbly, and an onion confit tartlet. It’ll keep the riff-raff from getting in the way.

Great Western Railways' advance ticket window has crept into the time I'll be travelling that way, so I've booked my first train journey of the holiday!

Ah, that does make more sense, given that was the advance booking page 👍

Suspended between Glasto Wednesday and Friday. Just spotted this! 😮

Thanks. It was a big scare, but made sense of how 'not right' I'd been feeling. Now it's just a case of being aware of blood sugar levels and ensuring not to spike them too high or have them drop too low. Most things at the festival should be fine in moderation!

It’ll be the last year the festival get a penny of my money until they stop this forced charitable giving. I DEMAND the right not to give anything while complaining about how the festival aren’t doing enough and society is broken by entitlement and selfishness.

Adapting to a new life as a diabetic, having been found in a coma a couple of weeks ago and stayed for a while in hospital (as serious as it sounds). I won’t be able to be as carefree when it comes to food and drink as I have been in years past, but that’ll be a positive for my health.

Aye. Amazing how quickly the ground can dry up when it warms up a bit.

We’re all on the same team, ultimately 👍 Back on topic please, folks.

He’s proven to be reliable in the past, but I wouldn’t go that far!